Trap

The door my fingers are caught in
Must be fully closed before it will open again
And the best thing to do
Is ignore the ache.
It is wist, it is wished, it is wondering...
And no air will fill my empty lungs
And no song will fill my silent mouth
And no warmth will heat the fingers
I left too close to my heart.
The best thing to do-
The best thing to do-
I don't know anymore.